Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Smog,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.